Page 31 of The Strongest Wolf

Turning to peer over her shoulder, her desire-laced silver stare clashes with mine. “You’re playing with fire.”

The challenge in her eyes makes my cock jerk, and my wolf hums in pleasure. He likes this side of her, just as much as he loves the thought of pinning her beneath us and taking her hard and fast. “How am I doing that?”

“Touch me.”

I raise my eyebrow. “And if I don’t?”

She releases my wrist. As I’m trying to guess what she’s planning, she leans forward, opening up a little space between our bodies, and then her hand closes tight around my cock.

All thought empties from my head at the soft, small hand gripping me.

I stare into her eyes, unable to think, move, breathe… anything at all.

She strokes once, a firm caress from root to tip, never breaking our heated stare.

I growl low in my throat. “Again.”

My cock swells, hardening even more as I will her to do it. I was close to the edge before, but now… now it’s not going to take much for me to crash over it.

As if she reads the urgent need in my eyes, she turns fully to face me, leaving her hand right where it is. “Down.”

My eyes fix on the full lower lip I want to taste. “Down?” I ask, distracted.

She places her free hand on my chest and pushes. “I want to ride you.”

I jerk my gaze back to her eyes. “Fuck, Sierra, you can’t say shit like that to a guy when you have your hand wrapped around his cock.”

She strokes me again, one smooth glide that draws a strangled groan from deep me. “Why not?”

“I’m a fucking second away from coming, baby,” I groan, my hands stroking her hips, fighting the urge to force her down to the ground and take her hard.

“So, lie down and come inside me.”

There’s only one response to a comment like that.

Only one.

With my brain exploding and my cock already dripping with pre-come. I lay my ass on the ground and observe Sierra with half-closed eyes as she straddles me.

As she braces her hands on my shoulders, I grab hold of her hips and prepare for a ride that I know before it’s even begun won’t go on for nearly long enough.

Our eyes lock as my tip brushes against her. We both groan.

My hands tremble with the need to slam into her, but I hold still, positive I’m not even breathing as she pushes herself down on me, her body swallowing mine, inch by agonizing inch. She fits me like a glove, as if her body was made for mine.

“Fucking perfect,” I groan.

Her eyes close and she tilts her head up to the sky. “Yes.”

When I’m finally seated inside the heated clasp of her sex, she releases a soft breath.

I want to move. No. Ineedto pound into her with a fury I’ve never felt about any woman. But with her muscles rippling around mine, she needs time to adjust to my size.

I just hope the wait doesn’t kill me.

“Galen,” she whispers, her head still pointed up at the sky.

I stroke one hand up from her hip, briefly caress her right breast and continue up to collar my hand around her throat. It’s nothing less than in possession. I want her too badly to hide how much. “Baby?” I growl.

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